FIC: Back In Boston Part 3

["Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>]

Number 3, hope ya like. Willow & Dawn finally make an appearance!

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. Title: Back In Boston
. Author: Callisto's Dark Side
. Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx
. Feedback: The more I get, the faster I write.
. Distribution: Can be found at
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. Spoilers: Season 4, but since Dawn's in it, I guess there's also some of
season 5. It's an alternate universe in which Faith never joined up with
the mayor.
. Rating: I'll just set it at R now, cuz I know for sure that's where
chapter 3's gonna be. Possible NC-17 later on, so be warned.
. Pairings: Wait and see. ?
. Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
. Summary: Faith convinces Buffy to go back to Boston with her for Christmas
Holidays, but Buffy only agrees if Willow comes along as well. Dawn tags
along, much to Buffy's dismay.

Chapter 3


"So," Buffy began, her arm looped with Faith's as she leaned against the
brunette Slayer, "Which way back to the motel?"

"This way," Faith motioned across the street, "I think."

"You think?" Buffy looked up to lock eyes with Faith.

"Hey, I haven't been in Boston for a while, okay?"

"Okay, just don't get us lost."

"Oh, you mean accidentally end up going to a dance club, lost?" Faith
smirked.

"Don't even think about it. Will and Dawny are probably killing each other
at the motel."

"I wouldn't think so. Doesn't Dawn like witchcraft, and isn't Red a witch?"

"Yeah, what's your point?"

"Point, Princess, is Red will probably teach her some spells or something."

Buffy looked up again, "How is that a good thing?"

"Well, it'll take Red's mind off of losing Wolf Boy."

"I guess, but I don't like the idea of Dawn learning magic, it's just too
dangerous."

"Relax, it's not like Responsible Red is gonna teach her anything
apocalyptic."

"True, but I still wanna get back to make sure everything's okay."

"Whatever you say B."

And with that, the two Slayers headed back to the motel, arm-in-arm.

******

Willow and Dawn watched the news on the tiny 13" television in their motel
room.

"Why does everything have to be so negative?" Willow complained. "It's like
they purposely try to bring as much negativity to a person's already
negative life."

"I don't know, maybe it's a government conspiracy?" Dawn suggested, popping
some popcorn in her mouth and offering some to Willow, sitting next to her
on the bed.

The redhead gladly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, "Could
be, but why would the government want to make people sad?"

"Well, If people are depressed all the time about everything they could care
less about what the government does," Dawn mumbled between mouthfuls.

"I guess, but wouldn't the opposite be true too? I mean, if I was happy all
of the time I wouldn't care what the government does."

"True. The government must be evil then."

"Uh huh, probably cuz it's run mostly by men," Willow seethed.

"Yup," Dawn agreed.

"Probably wolf men who cheat on their wives every time a slutty singer walks
by," Willow added angrily.

"Of course."

"I betcha Bill Clinton's a werewolf. Notice how he never comes out when
it's a full moon?"

"Not really, but now that you mention it, yeah," Dawn lied.

"Hilary should just ditch him, she'd be better off that way," Willow said
with tears in her eyes.

"You okay," Dawn asked, lightly putting a hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"Yeah," Willow sniffled, "It's just."

The Hacker was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Open up, it's the fun police and we're raiding this place," Faith shouted.

Buffy giggled, leaning closer to the brunette, causing Faith to exhale
loudly.

Dawn instantly jumped out of bed and opened up the door.

"Hey Sunshine, can I see some ID?" Faith asked in her best macho voice.

"Sorry, but I'm breaking the law," Dawn smiled.

"Then I'm afraid I'll just have to cuff ya and take you in."

"Where're the cuffs?" Dawn smirked, crossing her arms.

Faith looked around momentarily, "Guess ya got me there, but next time you
won't be so lucky."

Buffy noticed Willow sitting sadly on one of the beds, un-looped her arm
with Faith, walked over, and sat down on the edge.

"You okay, Will?" Buffy asked softly, brushing a strand of hair along with a
tear from Willow's face.

"Yup," Willow sniffled.

"Was Dawn bugging you again?"

"Hey!" Dawn shouted.

"No," Willow shook her head, "We were just watching the news and suddenly we
started talking about Bill Clinton and how he's a werewolf and all."

"Bill's a wolf?" Faith asked.

"That's my theory," Willow said sadly.

"Oh," Faith replied sheepishly.

"It's okay," Willow sniffled, "I know it's stupid and I shouldn't blame
others for what happened with Oz."

"Exactly," Buffy put her arm around Willow's shoulders and squeezed her
close, "You should put the blame where it belongs and that's on Oz."

"I know, but maybe there was something wrong with me, maybe if I trusted him
more he wouldn't have done what he did?"

"Stop talking crazy?" Buffy admonished, "It wasn't your fault, so stop
blaming yourself for what happened. Besides," Buffy gently cupped Willow's
chin and tilted her head up to lock eyes, "We're in Boston to forget about
boys, remember?"

"Uh, huh," Willow nodded, "No boys."

"That's my Will," Buffy said, pulling Willow into a hug.

All the while Faith watched the interaction uncomfortably, and as soon as
Buffy pulled Willow in for the hug, Faith slammed the door shut, and headed
for the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Faith explained as she stormed past Dawn.

Dawn stepped aside and watched as Faith's figure disappeared into the
bathroom and the door closed shut behind her.

Faith turned the knob on the door to lock it shut and looked at herself
disgustedly in the mirror, before she brought the black tank-top she wore
over her head and tossed it into a corner.

Faith then slipped out of her tight black jeans and panties, and tossed them
in the corner as well before turning on the shower.

The brunette Slayer didn't check the temperature as she jumped in. She knew
it would be cold--It had to be.

Buffy sat behind Willow and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist
while resting her chin on the Hacker's shoulder.

"What do ya wanna to watch?" Buffy asked, commandeering the remote from
Willow's hand.

"Hey, that's mine," Willow pouted.

"No it's not, I have Slayer rights," Buffy smiled.

"Is that R-I-T-E or R-I-G-H-T?" Willow asked.

"The G-H-T kind, cuz if it was the I-T-E kind, you'd have to stake a vamp
naked and run around in circles while you wait for more vamps to rise."

"Oh, so is that what you and Faith do when patrolling?" Willow giggled.

"I wish," Buffy sighed, "Unfortunately we just stake vamps with our clothes
on and sit on tombstones waiting for them. The rites are just for newbies."

"I see," Willow grinned.

Dawn just furrowed her brow and stared at the two.

"Dawn," Buffy admonished mockingly, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Yeah, like I wanted to," Dawn said, jumping onto the empty bed.

Buffy just smiled and began checking the channels on the remote.

"Geez, don't they have any actual stations on this thing?" Buffy
complained.

"Nope, just the news and public access," Willow answered.

"Darn, so what're we supposed to watch?"

"We could pay for a movie?" Dawn suggested, "That is if you're not too
cheap."

"Hey, don't blame me for the motel, we could've afforded something much
nicer if you hadn't insisted on coming," Buffy argued.

"That's when I thought you had money," Dawn replied. "And besides, were you
really gonna sleep three to a bed if I didn't come?"

Buffy mulled over the fact that Dawn was right, before snapping back,
"Maybe," The Slayer lied, "but that's not the point."

"Whatever," Dawn sighed as she snuggled up into the sheets and closed her
eyes.

"That's right, go to sleep demon spawn."

"Buffy." Willow chastised.

"What? She's said stuff ten times worse than that."

"But you're the big sister, you should know better."

"Why? Can't I be all senile and angry with the world cuz the government
cheated me out of my money?"

"No, you only get that right when you're sixty."

"But I'm already there in Slayer years."

"Buffy."

"I know, stop talking nonsense."

"That's right, we're gonna live till we're 100, living in some old folks
home where they serve Jell-O cuz that's all we can eat."

"Won't that make us hyper?"

"Precisely, then we'll be able to play tennis and make all the young people
jealous at are graceful aging."

"Aw, you always know how to make me look forward to retirement Will," Buffy
said softly as she dropped the remote on the bed and re-wrapped her arms
around Willow's waist, hugging her tight.

"That's the duty of a best friend, to tell them lies until they believe,"
Willow teased.

"I knew it was too good to be true."

"Yup, really, we'll just live till 99 and end up in some museum where they
preserve us for future generations to view at their leisure."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"What if I told you it was an ancient history museum?"

"That might be a problem. Would they put us next to the mummies?"

"Yup, bandages and all."

"Oh well, at least we'll still have our organs."

"Actually, they remove those during the mummification process."

"They do?"

"Uh huh, they even take the brain out through the nose."

"Ouch. I vote for a regular burial then."

"Me too," Willow giggled.

Faith let the cold water wash down her shivering body as she rubbed the soap
all over. The image of Buffy seductively licking the ice cream from her
spoon was fresh in her mind. No matter what she did, she couldn't get rid
of it.

Then she remembered Buffy laughing, telling her it was all a joke, telling
her that she was just playing, telling her it didn't mean anything.

Faith squeezed the bar of soap until it broke in two, sending half of it to
the tub and crushing the other half in her hand.

"Yeah, it's a joke alright," Faith muttered, "It's a joke that I'm in love
with someone that's as straight as a fuckin' ruler."

The brunette Slayer then bent down to pick up the other half of the soap and
began lathering her body, trying to wash away the feelings she had for the
blonde beauty, but only intensifying them instead.

As she cupped her breasts and closed her eyes, she imagined Buffy holding
them, kissing them, and licking them. She imagined Buffy uttering the words
'I love you,' as she ran her hands all over her body.

Faith could see Buffy's beautiful face as she kissed her softly, then
harder. She could see the crimson blush on the blonde's cheeks, and feel
the silky smoothness of the Slayer's arms. She could feel the throaty
murmur of Buffy's pleasure as she kissed the blonde's throat and held her
closer than she'd held anyone before, letting Buffy touch her softly in the
most intimate of places, a place where she'd never let anyone touch.

Yes, she'd had sex before, but it was usually in and out for a couple
minutes and then it was over. That's the way Faith had wanted it, no
touching, just sex, until now. Now she wanted more than that, she wanted
Buffy to hold her; she wanted Buffy to touch her.

She brought her hand to where the need was greatest and did what she wanted
the blonde to do, what she wanted her lover to do. Buffy may not have
returned her affections, but right now, she was, at least that's what Faith
saw as she pleasured herself.

Buffy kissing her on her lips, her throat, her breasts, her stomach and then
her sex. Kissing her gently as the waves of pleasure riveted throughout her
body.

Faith cried out and crumpled to her knees, her body shaking with the cold
water raining down.

"What was that?" Buffy questioned, looking towards the bathroom.

"What was what?" Willow asked, munching on her popcorn.

"I thought I heard something," Buffy murmured.

"Yeah, I did too," Dawn concurred getting up and knocking on the bathroom
door. "You okay Faith?"

Faith instinctively brought her arms across her chest, even though no one
was in the room. "Yeah, just slipped," Faith shouted over the falling
water.

"You sure?"

"Yup, no problems. Slayer healing, remember?"

"Okay," Dawn shrugged as she walked back to her bed. "She just slipped, but
she's fine," Dawn explained as she sat against the headboard.

"Darn motel manager," Willow growled, "Too cheap to install those rubber
traction thingies."

"Yeah," Buffy agreed, "Maybe we should sue."

"You think we'd win?"

"Probably, but I doubt Faith would go for the appearing in court."

"True," Willow laughed. "Oh well, there goes our million dollar
settlement."

To be continued.